Snowfall. With chloeas
Apparently they'd either been tired, or they'd seen Shaun of the Dead a few too many times, because at some point while watching it, they'd both fallen asleep. When Oliver woke up, he found himself half-sitting and half-laying on the sofa, with Chloe's head resting on a pillow in his lap. One of his hands was resting on the pillow, his fingers gently entwined in her hair.
It was far too intimate for friends, and even for friends-with-benefits, and yet somehow it didn't feel uncomfortable to him at all.
Maybe he was still tired.
Yawning, he let his eyes drift shut once more, exhaling softly and listening to the white noise from the TV.
It was far too intimate for friends, and even for friends-with-benefits, and yet somehow it didn't feel uncomfortable to him at all.
Maybe he was still tired.
Yawning, he let his eyes drift shut once more, exhaling softly and listening to the white noise from the TV.